Private Dancer

part 9

by Vertigo

The characters herein are mine. Any resemblance to real or fictional people are strictly part of your imagination. Some places in the story are real and some are fictional.

This story depicts an explicit love/sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If you are under 18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story.

Author's note: I have to take a moment to jump up and down and cheer wildly for Complx and Barb. You ladies are a huge help and I appreciate it. I genuflect at your feet.

Authors other note: I must thank my FIANCE for not lopping my head off for spending way too much time playing with these ladies.


Reece sat there on the couch for a while, trying to put her jumbled emotions into some semblance of order. The Playhouse, huh? Shit, she blushes just trying to say the word tit. She rubbed her eyes several times hoping it would help her see more clearly when she opened them. It didn't, she was still confused. What the fuck am I supposed to do? This is what it feels like? I don't need it, thank you. I did just fine before she walked into my office, I can do fine now. She stood up and went for the bottle. Damn, the witch took it with her. Old burnt coffee? No, not tonight…alcohol. She turned off the machine. Lots of alcohol…I want to be oblivious to this nightmare. Tomorrow, I'll deal with it all. Dancing, stripping, Faith, like, love, caring, and goddamned feelings.

She shook her head to get it all out of her brain. I don't need anyone. Stepping out of the room and locking the door behind her, she was the second person to walk through the club that night with her mind reeling. Walking into the night air sobered her up the rest of the way. Taking a deep breath of cold air, she headed towards the only place where emotions and feelings weren't ever an issue. She went to get drunk and laid.

Entering her second-favorite haunt, she made a beeline to the bar.

"What ya having tonight, Reece?" the girl shouted.

"Kamikaze. Big ones."

"Rough day in titty land?" the bartender questioned as she placed two drinks in front of the dark haired woman.

"You could say that. How much I owe you?"

"On the house. If it weren't for you, this place would’ve been closed hours ago." She nodded towards the back room where a small crowd of women were waiting not so inconspicuously by the pool table.

The tall woman snickered. "Thanks, keep ‘em coming." She downed one and took the other with her, leaving a twenty on the bar. The bartender just smiled and shook her head.

"Hey, sexy, wanna play some pool?" A cute little blonde fondled a pool cue suggestively.

Reece shrugged indifference and was already thinking pool was not what she wanted to play right now. The blonde was sexy, wearing faded jeans, a very small shirt. She had a great stomach, tight ass...she looked a lot like Faith.

Throughout the whole game, the blonde found every excuse to rub against the blue-eyed woman, driving her insane with need. Reece, who was feeling every ounce of the five drinks she had consumed, captured the girl’s attention and crooked her finger at her. She obeyed and quickly moved to stand in front of the seated woman. Reece walked her fingers up the woman’s leg until she reached her belt. She pulled the woman down on her lap by the buckle and kissed her, letting her hand spread out across the exposed skin on her stomach.

"What's your name?" she whispered


"No, your name is Faith tonight. Do you understand?" She kissed her again, long and hot for emphasis.

"Faith, it’s a pretty name. I'll be anyone you want me to be."

"Good," she purred. Being as drunk as she was, Reece thought this might work. "And I'm your boss."

"And am I a good girl or a bad girl, boss?" She wiggled on her lap.

Reece took hold of both her arms and stretched them over her head. She bent down and tasted the woman’s stomach and sighed. "We'll see what kind of girl you are," she leered and lifted her off her lap, and out they went.

The blonde was on her knees, holding on to the twisted iron headboard with both hands. Reece had her hands on top of them and was draped over her, fucking her from behind. JoAnn wondered just who she was pretending to be. They had been fucking for hours…all ways, all kinds. She was enjoying it, but felt bad at the same time for the tall drunk woman.

"You gonna share this with everyone?" Reece pinched a nipple hard, and thrust the dildo even harder.

JoAnn didn't know the right answer.

"Answer me, Faith." Another, harder pinch.

"Ow! I don't know what you want me to say!"

"Shut up then. Don't talk, just fuck." Which was fine, she wasn't really in the mood to talk anyway. With her eyes closed, this was Faith. She laid her cheek against the sweaty back and pushed. In her head she kept repeating "Faith, Faith, Faith" like a mantra. She opened her mouth to grunt and tasted the sweat from the woman’s back. She grimaced; it wasn't Faith. She got up on all fours and held on to the woman’s hips and fucked, skin slapping sounds filling the room. She was close to coming so she squeeze her eyes shut tight and imagined seeing Faith under her, writhing with her. "Oh god, boss...I'm coming again!"

"Yeah, baby, again" She grunted and sweated her way through her third orgasm of the night. Totally exhausted and half dehydrated, she rolled off, the dildo making a popping sound as it twisted on the way out of "Faith".

JoAnn rolled onto her back and looked at Reece. The sweaty woman was already asleep. She stared a little at the odd image of a beautiful naked woman with an eternal erection standing proudly in the moonlight. She shook her head, unstrapped the leather, and hoped that whatever demons this sexy woman had, they wouldn't haunt her this night.

Faith was sitting on her bed nursing a second beer and watching 1960's sitcoms. After she left The Lounge, still angry and feeling very hurt, she went to The Playhouse. The manager was a middle-aged guy whose ears turned red at the very mention of her previous place of employment. Mentioning Reece by name turned the rest of him crimson. Faith felt herself smirk when he called the tall woman a bitch, and he hired her on the spot. She never told him she hadn't been a dancer; she was feeling too righteous at the moment.

So now she was patiently waiting for her roomie to come home and help her. She didn't foresee this type of future when she was living in Long Island and golfing at the country club, and now she had to laugh at the irony of it all. She was living the life of the people she herself had shaken her head at. It wasn't so far off from acting was it? She was performing, in a sense, on a stage.  If she thought of it as acting, maybe she could do it without all the thinking. She stared at the TV as Endora waved her arms and Darren turned into a chimp. If only she could twitch her nose.... Nah, this was life, she had to live it.

Cori came into the room and flopped down next to her. They watched TV silently for some time before Faith spoke up and filled her in.

"No shit? You're gonna do it?"

"Yeah, but you have to help me."

"I already did, didn't I? We had a whole routine and everything."

"Yeah, but you should see this stage! It's all over the place. Not exactly the one pole, one spotlight deal."

"I can't believe you're doing this! This is so awesome. Why don't I tell the girls to come down and see you? It'll be fun!"

"No! I don't want them to know anything. Especially Reece.  It would appear he's not too happy with her and I don't want any trouble." Faith’s forehead crinkled in a slight scowl. "What's with that anyway?"

"He used to run a back room, illegal shit, and our place was starting to hurt. We even lost a few dancers to him. Frankie sent Reece in to 'fix things up' so he said, and ever since then... " Cori shrugged. "Whatever she did, it worked. He even paid Frankie back for the 'loss of business'. I wouldn't even think of inviting her to that club. She'd fire us all if we even mentioned going there."

"So, I'm working for the enemy? Great, that oughta go over big."

"Enemy or not, honey, this is not going to go over at all. And it sucks, too."

"Why? I thought you were excited about it?"

"It sucks because Reece won't get to see you. She'd drop like a stone. I'm sure of it."

"Oh, how romantic. C'mon, I can't sleep, show me what to do."

"Here goes nothing."

The two women practiced until sun up and celebrated with the Sunday paper and breakfast in the diner.

Reece wasn't celebrating this morning. She woke up covered with the blanket and Tylenol on her nightstand, next to a note that said "thank you". She turned over and covered her head, even more sick at herself this morning than all the other times.

Feeling like a shit and very hung over, Reece dragged her ass into the gym and right to the juice bar. While replenishing her losses, she thought she heard a familiar voice, a laugh actually, and she shook her head. Now she was hearing the girl, too. Faith, Faith, Faith...get a grip woman! She slid off the chair and down to the locker room. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at her self and frowned. She looked terrible, her eyes all bloodshot and swollen, framed by lovely dark circles. She opened her eyes wide and stared for a moment. "I look sad," she muttered to herself. Sighing, she went out to the leg machines and began her workout.

A few yards away, a certain bartender-soon to be dancer was taking advantage of Cori's guest pass. "Go on," Cori had told her. "She's gonna be in no shape to work out today." The man at the desk was very nice to her and even assigned her a personal trainer, Julie. Julie was nice enough, funny, but a little too muscular for Faith's liking. The blonde woman was working on her pecs and stopped dead at the sight of her ex-boss shuffling out of the locker room.  Julie following her gaze said, "Hey, that's Reece, you know her?"

"You could say that," she sneered half-heartedly.

"Damn! Look at those thighs work! She is fine." Julie was practically drooling.

"Yeah, wonderful." Faith dragged her eyes away from the dark-haired woman and tried to concentrate on her own work out.

"You said you're a dancer, you work for her?"

"No. Can we get back to the work out?" The woman’s questions were starting to piss her off.

"Sheesh, okay, I just thought..."

"Please, don't think. I've found it to be too much trouble."

"Ooo, I like your attitude. Where do you work? Maybe I can come by and see you sometime." Julie wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at the blonde.

Faith laughed politely and didn't answer the question.

Reece sat up like a cat looking for a fly. There it is again! She wondered if she was losing her mind. Then, she saw her, laughing with… Julie? If there was one woman in the entire world that Reece hated, it was her. From the moment they met, Julie had followed her around like a puppy, then turned into her clone. It was like Single White Female. Fucking Faith! Now she'd have to hurt Julie. What to say? Stay away from her? Yeah, that's as good as forbidding, NG. By the time her mind came up with something, they were gone. Frustrated beyond belief, Reece went to the heavy bag…that poor bag.

Cori had two phone calls in a matter of minutes. First was her roomie, cursing her out for talking her into going. She finally talked her into shopping, promising it would make her feel better. The second call was her boss, cursing her out for giving Faith the pass. She slapped herself in the forehead. This was going to be one hell of a day. She put on the coffee and waited for the little blonde to get home and hand her her head. She was not looking forward to work tonight. She dyed her hair out of guilt.

When the doorbell rang, she expected to see Faith loaded with packages but instead looked up into a very unhappy pair of baby blues. Oh god. Why me?

"What’s the matter? You don't look happy to see me." Reece smirked.

"I wasn't expecting you, is all. What do you want? I'm in the middle of dying my hair."

"And I became blind when?"

"Come in asshole, there's coffee in the pot."

Reece poured herself a very large mug and waited for Cori to wash out the putrid green dye.

"I'll be there in like ten minutes. I might as well grab a shower."

Reece took off her coat and wandered around. She stopped outside Faith's room and just looked inside the doorway. I wonder why I thought she'd be neater, she mused as she looked at the mess. Venturing further, she walked into the room and stood by Faith’s bed. Feeling a little thrill, she picked up her pillow and smelled it. Oh yeah, that’s her all right. She sat down on the bed and was unconsciously hugging the pillow, when Cori passed by and then walked backwards to see that again. Very caught, Reece threw the pillow back on the bed and bolted away from it.

"Why are you in here?" Cori let the pillow incident slide.

"I was just… I don't know, Cori, but I have to get out." She looked at her hands. 

"C'mon into the kitchen. I'll make some food or something." Cori didn't know what to say. The boss never acted this way, and it scared her.

"Cor, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah," Cori agreed cautiously.

"Is Faith really going to dance at The Playhouse?" Reece seemed oddly uncertain, long fingers tangling together as she tried to keep her nervousness from showing.

"Why don't you ask her, she'll be home soon," Cori suggested.

"Why don't you tell me?" Reece tried out her best 'if you don’t, I’ll make you' look.

"I've resigned getting involved. I give up." The dancer wasn't falling for it. These two women were about to kill her with their stubbornness, and she'd about had it with them.

"Now? This is not a good time? I want to know." A hint of desperation tinged the deep voice.

"Maybe, Reece. She's a big girl, you know. She can do whatever she wants. Again, ask her."

There was a key in the door and just as it opened, Reece looked panicked. "Boss, it’s just Faith," Cori sighed dramatically.

"Just Faith? She will never be 'just Faith'."

"Cori? Help! I'm gonna drop this..."

"Be right back, Reece."

When she came out from Faith’s bedroom, Reece was gone.

"Hey, Faith, I made breakfast. Come eat." She figured someone should eat it.

"I knew I loved you for something."

They ate and talked about the little shopping spree. Cori was not as into it as usual.

"What's up, Cor? You all right?"

"Well, sort of. Reece was here this morning. She's pretty broken up over everything. Maybe you should..."

"No, I will not give in to her. She was wrong, and she acts like an asshole."

"Granted, but she really feels awful about this."

"Then she should be apologizing to me herself. She's not a child, she's an adult, and she should have more respect."

"Hon, you have to get respect to give it. I don't think she knows the meaning of the word. You know, she hasn't had a wonderful life."

"She could learn. And I am not pitying her."

"God no! Don't do that, she wouldn't know how to accept it. She doesn't know from it, to her it would be a sign that she's weak."

"Well, she is only human."

"As she's just finding out."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That she is learning how to feel, Faith. You did that. The least you could do is help her."

"I don't have the strength for that kind of work. She's impossible. What makes you think she'll take my help?"

"Trust me, she would."

Faith thought about that for a while, while Cori did the dishes. What could Reece possibly want from her?  Why doesn't she just ask her herself? She obviously told Cori. What is she so afraid of me for? Oh damn, maybe she really does have more than lust for me.

"Cori? What would I say to her?

"That's entirely up to you, babe."

Great. Now what? she thought. I'm going to just forget it for the rest of the week. I have three days until I get out on that stage and I'm going to do it. Reece forbidding or not. And suddenly she felt very guilty.

To be continued...

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